Metaphorical Storm : Half Goddess Half Hell

Metaphorical Storm : Half Goddess Half Hell

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You ask me if I know what it feels like to have a rocket launcher jammed up your throat. I nod, I do. Don't we all? Everyone's messed up. The madhouses are aquariums and we study the fishes, we keep them entrapped like winged insects in jars. There's this thirst in the air and no amount of rain can quench it. They say the world's ending but it ends every year, and then it's morning again, the birds beep as do the cars on the highway, we wake up again and breathe again and it hurts but it's a fading hurt. Time becomes our damnation, and our salvation. Maybe on brighter days we'll meet on tire swings and talk about how the stars are merely the fae folk in disguise.
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She's a lost soul, searching for Froot Loops in a world of Cheerios. Emotions. Inflicted by words, Creating signals to connect those emotions. A pang in your heart, the dull ache of love, a tedious, meaningless thing to some. The entire thing to others. Confusing, at the least. All consuming, at the most. We bundle it inside, Hide it in boxes, In the deepest crevices of our persona, Then suddenly, it burst free, tumbling into the atmosphere, filling every hour, every moment. Words convey it. Words share it. Through words, our emotions are liberated. Disclaimer: I wrote this throughout the course of a year. It had its ups and it's down in emotion. It ends on a happy note, I think. It has some overdramatic things in which my past self annoys me sometimes. But it also has some good pieces of thought. The world sucks. I can't promise that it's not going to suck, Because it probably always will. But there will be times Where the good in the world Makes it suck a little less.

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